Doc
Vault Renegade
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Post by Doc on Oct 20, 2016 23:39:33 GMT -8
Elizabeth followed the stranger as he walked, and smiled slightly watching as he uncapped the bottle and took a long swig. Although she was a little concerned about associating herself with a complete stranger, it made her a little more comfortable that he seemed to enjoy the alcohol. Hell, Elizabeth hadn’t met a single person who didn’t enjoy drinking. Slowly, Elizabeth felt her guard lowering and she let her eyes trail around the wasteland. Every time she travelled. She remembered the old world books in the ancient library of her family home and the old books that showed the beauty of the old world. As a child, she used to imagine a world of colour and life, with green trees like in the old photos. Part of her hoped that she would live to see the day that the world returned to that beautiful green that the old photos portrayed.Elizabeth’s wandering thoughts were dragged back to reality when she heard the gruff, slurred speech of the stranger. Elizabeth considered herself to be quite an observant person, yet she had only just realised that this voice had been unusual. Perhaps awkwardly, she didn’t listen to his voice when he spoke earlier on that day.
Was it surprising that the stranger's speech was impaired? A little perhaps, although considering the battle scars that the man touted, Elizabeth was also a little surprised that he was so understandable. She hesitated and concentrated carefully on his words. She wanted to avoid miscommunication as she knew that wasn’t a great way to create an impression. Elizabeth’s stomach dropped when the stranger suggested that perhaps it was slavers or mutants that had attacked the man. Slavers and slavery were one of those things that Elizabeth desperately wanted to avoid. Due to her skillset and charming personality, Elizabeth had always managed to avoid confrontation when she knew she was outmatched, but with slavers all of that meant shit. If anything, her unusual appearance and fairly unique skills would fetch quite the price. On the other hand, Elizabeth had been fortunate enough never to run into super mutants, but she had read a lot about them in the Wasteland Survival Guide. They were big, extremely strong and completely insane. She had heard stories of how they would rip humans to pieces, cook and eat them like food. Elizabeth shivered involuntarily at the thought and suddenly regretted her decision to come on this pointless escapade. “A-are you sure?” Elizabeth asked, unable to completely mask the sound of uncertainty and fear from her tone. Her hand had found her 10mm pistol and her eyes crossed the landscape carefully, looking for a movement like she expected that the duo was being led into a trap as they spoke. Elizabeth’s mind raced as she considered the man’s words. From a logic perspective, it seemed more likely to Elizabeth that this would be the work of a slaver. For one, it made sense. Kill a stranger to send a message, and if you’re lucky, others would come to investigate, suddenly instead of having one prisoner, you are likely to capture multiple. Also, those who you enslave are more likely to be handy with a weapon making them a much higher prize than a simple settler or farmer. The second reason Elizabeth was certain that it would be a slaver over a super mutant was that if it WAS a super mutant, Elizabeth significantly doubted he would have made it back to the town alive.
“I think this could be a trap” Elizabeth voiced suddenly, slowly and carefully drawing the small pistol from her holster as she continued to examine the barren surroundings of the commonwealth.
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